Losing Yer Wallet
Oh, I had the joy of losing my wallet yesterday. Not a pleasant experience since I spent most of last night running around from Pacific Place to Admiralty MTR to Central Police Station, trying to report it stolen. I thought I lost it in Starbuck’s when they threw us out (we were the last people to leave) but I wasn’t sure. So after pacing around Pacific Place, PP1, and the MTR station, I decided to go home. Only in the cab did I realize that I lost my wallet and thankfully I had some cash to pay the guy with.
So after freaking some time, I went and cancelled all my credit cards, including the ones from back home. Makes such a difference between the HK card companies and the UK companies. The HK banks were almost interrogating me, as if I was defrauding them or something. The UK bank was more helpful - “Sir, would you like me to check whether there is any activity on that card already?”. Wow. Yes please, and a bottle of your finest while you are at it.
Well, after that, I buggered off to report it lost to Pacific Place and the police. Which is a bugger cause my HKID was in there too. I had to borrow some money of my mate, Hilary, who was kind enough to lend me 500 bucks to last me till I have access to my funds. Ended up reporting the loss to the Central police station. Which proved to be a mistake, since…
The next day, I called Starbuck’s up only for them to tell me that someone had delivered it to them the night before. Only they had done it at Wan Chai Police Station. Well… what can I say? Gawd bless the chappies and ladettes down at Starbuck’s! Unfortunately now I can’t slag it off anymore but it goes to show there are some honest people still in the world. And would you know, the 200 bucks cash that was in there, still was today. I might give it the person who bothered to go down to Wan Chai to drop it off there for safe keeping. I had written it off anyway. Of course, when I get hold of my funds again.
Anyway, got the wallet back and still strapped for money since all my cards are cancelled. Well, my folks are helping out with some of the logistics of me having severed all my connections with everything. My grandma, God-bless her, when she heard asked me for my address and offered to send me money. Damn…that was nice of her. Of course, I told her thanks but I couldn’t.
Wow, I beat Ora to the first comment.
Um, now to think of something witty to write…
Perhaps you should get one of those wallets with string tied around it to your trousers. Simple solution to a simple problem.
The Man Himself
Tried those. I already have my keys tied to my pants with a chain!
And errr, Giles, are you like bored or something?
hahahaha… giles, dun have to beat me to it..if you want to write first..try waking up as early as me
or just drop me a note to tell me not to write that early 
yeah nadim. he gave good suggestion..you should tied everything to you so that you wouldnt lost anything.. especially when you see beautiful girls
Tied keys to pants, that must be uncomfortable! If you try to open your door then your pants will rip off and you’ll be standing there butt naked.